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Category Archives: Poetry
New poem in Our Times
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to be portuguese
to be portuguese is to be born with the fado around your neck to live with your eyes anchored to the open sea, longing for the outgoing tide or for its incoming wave living canned up … Continue reading
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Atlantis – sang by Nancy Dutra
Talented Canadian singer Nancy Dutra has put to music one of my English poems from The Book of Water. Nancy has a distinctive and powerful voice that will delight any listener. Take a peek at this music video recorded under … Continue reading
the hunt
the hunt 1. predator the famished coyote circles my house asleep i stir puzzled by haunting dreams coyote follows my footprints on snow to her doorstep my doorstep to her this thin january his heart howls a song on … Continue reading
inevitable step
inevitable step young tiko’s dreams scatter to pieces, hang from the baobab tree, a boom of a thousand drums in the imagined luanda’s stadium where tiko’s feet, swift as birds, chased a soccer ball of … Continue reading
Rainbow Moon
14: a purple thistle sways in the heat a tide of granite inundates the valley wheels and wheels of stone encircle your musing body a small fire eats your dark thoughts jingle of bells cows and bulls trespass your prayers … Continue reading
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Yesterday’s Dream
* pearls rolled the backs of geese, decorated nested wings. round pearls. clear. impossible. i stopped. rain did not. geese ruffled. pearls swept, seedling rain, planted in clouds. pearls bounced from nose to lip, to grass. pearls do not stay. … Continue reading
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a foot in two worlds
a foot in two worlds on south terraced slopes vineyards rose in awnings of foliage feet lifted me up ten-foot ladders through green nearer the divine fingers easily pinched the dangling blue thirsty skin touched every soft fruit … Continue reading
The Soul and It’s Worms
* A leaf follows my footsteps rasping its skin against cobblestone bleeds with every turn to be near ©1998 paulodacosta
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